Disclaimer: The Southern Vampire Mysteries, True Blood, Eric, Pam – none of it belongs to me. I only have an over active imagination...
Author Note: Hey All! So after the finale, like a lot of people I think, I felt fairly bummed out over where Pam and Eric were left (and now we have to wait an entire year!). During season 3 they turned into my favourite characters. Their friendship/bond, to me at least, feels the truest on the show due to its complexities. My heart thus crumbled when Eric told Pam he'd kill her and she subsequently ended up sobbing in the lovely Ginger's arms; despite this chapter appearing to the contrary, I totally agree with Pam; F*** Sookie.
This is an AU fiction; as such, I have kept Godric alive. He is such a kick ass character and before the fic's done, Eric will need his maker. Tara is also somewhere in Bon Temps alive and kicking but I doubt we'll see her. Sookie manned up and chose Eric over Bill at the end of season 4. I'm sure I meant to tell you about a few other bits I've changed, but I must have been glamoured somewhere in the past hour and can't remember so I will let you know as I go along. One thing that hasn't changed though is that a certain Mr Edgington is on his way back...
Breaking of the Bond
Chapter 1
Rome was wonderful that time of year – Eric Northman had forgotten how lovely it was. And it was even lovelier when you were there with someone who you loved... especially when it was the way he loved Sookie. That was why he had thought to take her there.
The last time he had been there had been just a couple of years before the first Great War. After he had nearly lost... his eyes shut. He would not remember. Not then...
He would not let that time interfere with what was about to come.
His eyes turned to the bed. Sookie lie there exhausted – exhausted by him he was glad to say. He could go for six hours; she had been thrilled to learn it was an indeed the truth. Her blonde hair was tucked to one side of her neck so he had the view of her bare back, her lower body covered by the soft cotton sheet.
She was so alluring, in every way.
He smirked – he could not help it. He could just about remember the last time he had been with a human who had made him feel like this if he tried, but he would not. Not because he couldn't; but because he didn't want too.
He had decided to sweep her away to Europe just three days previously. The last few months had been strenuous for the two of them, the events of the Moon Goddess Emporium coming right on top of his amnesia.
The year before he had had to cope with her absence. He had not given up hope and he had not believed her to be dead, for he was not like any of the others, as he had told her on her return. But he had felt the strain. If the truth was known, he had loved her for quite some time. The time he had been without her, well – it had made his heart, such as it was, grow fonder of her.
Then he had told her he was planning their little trip away and she had reacted in a so very 'Sookie' like. She had said she could not leave Sam in the lurch; that she was not sure if she was able to leave Jason when he had been through so much and she did not want to rub Bill's nose in their love.
As was ever his way, Eric had set about eradicating these little inconveniences. He had spoken to Sam, who had in the end been more than understanding... Though Sookie had probably had more than her fair share of time off, it had been years since she had had a holiday and he had no right to deny her a little rest and relaxation; Eric had made that clear to him. As for Jason, it was pretty obvious that Jessica was going to be seeing to him. Lastly, he had made the very valid point that they would be less likely to rub the king of Louisiana's nose in their affection if they were on another continent.
And so she had had to cave as she was always bound too. In the end, it had been easier for him to get her out of Bon Temps than he had thought it was going to be actually.
In the days since they had arrived, she had gone out exploring in the day – the sites which he had been too hundreds of times over the years. She had made it a habit to be back to the vampire hotel they were staying in good time for sun set, so as soon as he got out of bed hers was the first face he saw. Invariably, the two of them would make love and he would have breakfast before he went and sat with her while she had dinner. Then the two of them might go to a bar (they had visited one human and one vampire so far) before going back to the hotel and back to bed. All in all – it was very satisfying…
He thought as long as things kept going as they were, they might very well stay on past the two weeks he had planned for them to stay – she would not need too much persuading. He would be lenient of the rent. He had Chow watching the bar...
What reason was there to return?
Well, there was one, a voice say from deep within him as his progeny's face came to his mind. Yet just at that moment he was far too angry to even consider seeing her. He was glad he had not carried out his threat, for there were few crimes as heinous as a maker killing their progeny – especially there first.
But he did not want to see her. He knew her even better than she was willing to admit, and he knew the worst punishment for her was to deny her access to him. By the time he was ready to talk, she would be more than willing to be reconciled. Being the benevolent maker that he was, he'd forgive her and take her back into his arms. He would miss her while they were parted...
But not yet... she could have killed Sookie. And she had to pay for what she had almost done to his heart, which jumped at the sight of the opening eyes on the bed.
"My lover," he said as he crossed the room to her, laying one of his huge hands on the small of her back.
"Why aren't you in bed? I thought you'd be tired," she teased, rubbing her nose against his as he kissed her, lying at her side.
"Miss Stackhouse, I don't think I have ever been so insulted in all my life."
"Well, then Mr Northman... you'll have to punish me."
Sookie's punishment went on until sunrise...
XXX
Two happy weeks turned in to two enjoyable months before Eric had even realized it. Every time he had said to Sookie that the two of them should extend once more, she had protested before he had convinced her it was the right thing to do.
His methods at times had been unorthodox. Yet, they had worked.
But two months was long time. He did not know why but over the past week he had felt a shadow grow in his mind – he had heard nothing from Bill in two months. And worst than that, he had heard nothing from Pam. Not even so much as a smoke signal...
He had thought he was not going to accept her in his presence until he was ready to see her and after months of silence he was the first to break he found. They were dependent on one another (or at least they had been) but as her maker, he was the one with responsibility for her. He felt it was high time to check in with the spoiled girl. Only, when he had tried to through the bond they shared, he found he could not.
Prideful and insubordinate, she had blocked him. But that was when he knew she was at her lowest, he knew, if she was too stubborn to let him feel what she was – and so it was time to go home to Shreveport and make friends once more.
"Can we come back next year?" asked Sookie as she packed her belongings. She had the bag she had come with as well as a new suitcase full of new clothes. He was afraid he might have spoiled her a little while they were away but it had ever been his habit, to dote on beautiful women, especially when they were his human – and she was worth every euro he had spent on her.
"If that be your wish my lover," he said kissing the back of her neck.
"You'll back to the house with me tomorrow tonight when we get back wont you?" she asked him, revealing her own vulnerability to him as she turned in his arms. The two of them had spent so much time together... falling asleep side by side so much... she did not think she was ever going to get any sleep if she was not with him.
Smiling, he nodded. "Naturally."
He had been planning on it any way. "I am going to need to go to town to check on the club though."
"You can't give yourself one night off?"
"Sookie, I just gave myself two months off and that is my source of income. I need to check in with Chow, I need to check the books and the stock," he said as he put his own clothes away in a case.
"And Pam too?"
He knew it had been a source of trouble to her that he had not much mentioned his child since the two of them had been away. She had met them when they had been at there closest. When they had not been lovers and when they had not been fighting. When they had been friends and they had been united.
It was only there for a moment, but she saw the expression of longing which crossed his features'. Though there was a stab of jealousy on her part, she wiped it away.
He raised an eye brow. Their blood bond meant she could hide nothing about the way she was feeling from him. "I always knew I was not going to be the only women in your life. And she was there first," she reasoned as she sat down on the bed, pausing for a moment. "Eric, what she did when we were out side of the Moon Goddess Emporium-"
"Was unforgivable and unprecedented. I did not bring her up to disobey my orders, and she knew what she was doing," he cut her off. He loved her, but he did wish at times that she would not discuss matters she did not understand.
"I know – but she is your child, right? Eric, maybe I am simplifying it too much, but if I saw my dad try to give his life up for someone else... you know what she went through that night. When we were on that roof top... when Godric nearly met the sun," She said and she watched a shadow cross his handsome features.
She knew how much he loved his maker. "When you talked him down – seeing you cry and be willing to lay down your own life for him. That was when I begun to fall in love with you, you know that right?" she sighed. "You're too alike, you and Pam. She is your child in every way."
When he thought of what he had gone through – when he thought of her actions as similar. Well, it did not seem so bad suddenly.
"Deny it all you want, but you love her and you miss her."
With that one sentence she presumed too much and he found he did not like her telling him what he felt and went to the bathroom to gather his belongings. How was it this human spoke about things she did not know with such understanding? It did his head in.
He looked through the crack of the door at her. It had been a long time since anyone had given to him what she had – sexual fulfilment. Almost one hundred years had passed since he had had that.
Yet in the past two weeks he had begun to realise, she was no match for him intellectually, as he was no match for her emotionally. They loved one another intensely... but there was a depth she had which he did not... and vice versa.
The flight back to America went without a hitch and Sookie was only too glad to get out of the plane so that the Louisiana heat could hit her. As much as she had loved her time in Italy, it had been a little cold for a sun worshipper such as herself. She intended to enjoy the last of the sun bathing days before they came to an end for another winter.
The two of them landed at eight o'clock so he was able to get out of his travel coffin at the air port and sit in the cab with her on the way back to Bon Temps. His own driver would be at the old Stackhouse place to take him to Shreveport before dropping him back for the evening.
As soon as he got to Bon Temps, he felt a coldness inside of himself though. As if he wanted to open a door and could not. As if he was just on the other side of it.
"It is so good to be home," said Sookie as he brought the bags in. Within five minutes she had made some ice tea for herself and got him a Tru Blood. Due to their night time escapades, even her vitamins were not helping her iron count enough of late. The two of them knew they were going to have to be sensible.
"Perhaps I should go home," he mused. The two of them could spend the next night together. He had been away for so long – he should probably spend the night at home with Pam. No doubt there was going to be another spat before the reconciliation.
"If that's what you want – but I wish you wouldn't," she said as she came up to him and put her arms about him. Leaning down slightly to manage the height difference, he kissed her head. "Tomorrow – go home tomorrow. And in a way you are home – this is your house after all." She said teasingly.
He nodded as he kissed her once more. She was right. It was his house – and with her inside maybe it was also his too home now. "I'll be back no later than eleven."
"I'll be ready and waiting." She nodded as he stepped back to the door.
"Oh and Sookie?"
"Yes?"
"Don't shower until I'm back."
XXX
The sheriff of area five felt more himself the closer he got to Fangtasia. Rome had been a lovely break. But it was over and he was ready to get back to the real world. To the club, to his dependents, to the public. As hard as it was to believe, as he thought about it, part of him had even missed dear Ginger.
"Welcome back sir," the bouncer on the door nodded to him as he entered his little slice of Louisiana. His kingdom. At Fangtasia, he was lord and master of all - and he loved feel of it.
To his disappointment when he went through, he saw Ginger was not serving that evening. Never mind, perhaps Chow had given her the night off. He had been the one who was doing the rotas for the past weeks.
But as he walked through – heading in, something wasn't right. Off balance.
The punters were there – his staff were there... but no Ginger. And even more worryingly, from what he could see... no Pam.
"Where is she?" he muttered under his breath as he strolled into the office to find Chow in there.
"Master." His servant said as he saw him. "We weren't expecting you."
"Apparently not," he said as he observed Chow. He sat like a king on his leather sofa, a fang banger on each leg. "Get out," he dismissed the brunettes. His mood must be readable for they did as they were told without question.
As soon as the door was shut, he turned on Chow. "First of all, you know the rules. No fang bangers in the office. Second of all,wherethe fuck is Pam?" he said as his desperation to see his progeny built. Something was not right. He could feel it – he had felt it in Bon Temps but dismissed it. He had told himself everything would be fine when he got to the club in the car; but he had been wrong.
"How the hell would I know? I'm not her keeper,Eric," he replied impudently.
Don't I know it, the Viking mused. I have the misfortune. "Is she not working tonight?" he asked raising an eye brow.
Chow's face fell. "She didn't contact you."
"Not recently. Why? Should she have?"
"Pam sold her shares in the club to me three weeks ago before the ceremony."
Eric felt as if the hole had falling out the bottom of his world. "Sold her shares? Three weeks ago? What fucking ceremony, Chow?"
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